Our first scene
starred an ingenue
with eyes like two
soft chocolate drops.
The seductress
appears on and off
by now she knows
her purpose;
unless you count success
in minutes onstage
she's generally a loser
though some are taken
in by her act.
But we have been
unpeopled by death:
endings ominously final
as a drawn curtain
this includes all
versions of goodbye.
These small finales
leave us shaken,
rehearsing
stage fright,
the part of
my selves
consummate woman.
Published in Waters, Cincinnati, 1975

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